import { useRef } from 'react';

const ScrollToElement = (ref) => {
  window.scrollTo(0, ref.current.offsetTop);
};

function ScrollToDemo() {
  const bookStart = useRef();

  return (
    <>
      <div ref={bookStart}>CHAPTER 1. Loomings.</div>
      <div style={{ width: '300px' }}>
        <p>
          Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having
          little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me
          on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery
          part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and
          regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about
          the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul;
          whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses,
          and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially
          whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a
          strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into
          the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I
          account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my
          substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato
          throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is
          nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in
          their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same
          feelings towards the ocean with me.
        </p>

        <p>
          There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by
          wharves as Indian isles by coral reefs—commerce surrounds it with her
          surf. Right and left, the streets take you waterward. Its extreme
          downtown is the battery, where that noble mole is washed by waves, and
          cooled by breezes, which a few hours previous were out of sight of
          land. Look at the crowds of water-gazers there.
        </p>

        <p>
          Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from
          Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip, and from thence, by Whitehall,
          northward. What do you see?—Posted like silent sentinels all around
          the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean
          reveries. Some leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the
          pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks of ships from China; some
          high aloft in the rigging, as if striving to get a still better
          seaward peep. But these are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath
          and plaster—tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks.
          How then is this? Are the green fields gone? What do they here?
        </p>
      </div>

      <button onClick={() => ScrollToElement(bookStart)}>
        Scroll to the Beginning
      </button>
    </>
  );
}

export default ScrollToDemo;
